The arena fell deathly silent.
Crackle. The sound of blazing flames echoed in their ears.
The fire clouds rose quickly and faded just as fast.
The fiery mist dispersed...
One corner of the Sky Arena, which had cost a fortune to build, had been cleaved apart by a single strike from Twin Phoenix.
A nearly hundred-meter-long fissure lay exposed like a savage wound. Metal, soil, and rubble alike had all become part of the molten lava, endlessly steaming and warping the air.
At the end of the fissure, towering flames blazed into the sky!
As for where Mu Fan had been standing, not even half a shadow remained.
This was the power of an S-Class Mecha!
This was the true strength of high-level combat power in this starry sky.
"Mu Fan!—"
That heart-wrenching cry sounded incomparably desolate at that moment.
The fat man's hands trembled. He hated himself for being so useless, for being unable to help at all, only able to watch his brother die in an instant!
"We promised to live and die together. How could you break your word?"
That timid fat man no longer cared about the two S-Class Mechas hanging in the sky. He wailed at the top of his lungs.
"Bastard..."
White Hair had just climbed onto the wall, but at that moment, he froze completely, despair flashing through his eyes.
Memories of fighting side by side with Mu Fan flashed through his mind, and tears rolled down uncontrollably.
Within the Dingchuan Formation, many admired Mu Fan, but just as many hated him.
They admired how he had made such a great name for himself alone.
They hated him for directly betraying the Federation and dragging the entire academy into the abyss.
But regardless of what they had thought before, sorrow rose in the